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INTERIOR OF A GIN-PALACE.
What cares, and musings, and watchings; what ex
penditure of hard-earned wages for the rearing, the BY WILLIAM HOwitt.
feeding, and clothing of them; what sending forth, morn“Where's Eliza?” Everybody, a few weeks ago, ing after morning, with clean faces to the village school; was asked this question. On every dead wail in the what anxious vigils by sick beds; what hopes and pametropolis these words were shrieked to the passer-by rental pride, as the young persons began to shoot rapidly in huge letters of black or blue. At all turns and into womanly grace, have all ended in this scene ! corners the demand was again made of you. The cry
Poor, unfortunate, precious, and divine humanity! for the lost Eliza seemed shouted everywhere by voices and is this all we care for thee? Is all this waste of full of alarm. It was taken up and carried on by the life, of labour, of expenditure, of hope, of love, of ends of unfinished houses, by wooden walls, and pro- beauty, of health, of glad hearts, and immortal minds jecting beams of skeleton buildings. All London, and treated by us with as much indifference as if they were no doubt all England, was roused by the hue and cry but demons and phantoms of a demon world—and not after this mysterious Eliza. "Where's Eliza ? where's the realities of carth, and the terrible calamities of the Eliza ?" Voices in the air seemed screaming it; view- children of Adam and Eve! Has Christ really walked less creatures seemed posting over tower and steeple in and suffered on this earth to awake in our souls the the hot pursuit of the lost one. Everybody's Eliza fire of human sympathy and unfeigned love? Do we seemed missing ; every family disconsolate; every lover love our neighbour as ourselves? Do we believe in the broken-hearted.' The cry was everywhere, and nowhere gospel of love? Do we weep on silken sofas over the any answer but“ Ask Strange, of Paternoster-row.” It master fiction of the season, and bless ourselves for our was a strange answer. What was everybody's Eliza tenderness of heart ? doing in Paternoster-row? Our artist has at length
Let us undeceive ourselves. While the lost Eliza is answered the ubiquitous query. The missing creature to be found on every city pavement, and in every ginwas in the Gin-Palace.
palace-while the seducer and procurer are prowling in See, there, how many lost Elizas are collected every street, at every place of crowded assemblage of the What families have called in vain after these unhappy people; while they haunt the very churches, and defy the Elizas! What mothers' hearts have been wrung for language of damination from the very pulpit beneath them! What “Rachels weeping for their children, and which sits some unconscious victim in her beauty refusing to be comforted because they were not !"
while old hags even get themselves committed to prison See the haggard looks, the painted, hollow cheeks, for petty offences, in order to cast their nets over young the tawdry finery, the trailing boas! Who would ever creatures who have gone thither for their first offenceimagine that these lost Elizas were once little chubby, paganism still prevails, Christianity has yet to be introround-faced, rosy children, sitting on the sills of country duced. cottages with roses and honeysuckles blooming above And does any one turn and say, “How can we help their heads, or were met by admiring strangers with it? How can we avoid this huge evil; how can we cope primroses and violets in their hands, in rustic lanes ? with this overgrowncorruption--and how are we account. Yet it is most likely to have been the case. These dens, able for it? and the dens through which they pass to come hither,
We reply-You can help it. You can cope with this are plentifully supplied from the rural districts. Hopes corruption ; and till you do it, you and we all are acof employment as servants, and often fine advertisements countable for the misery and the moral death of every of the trading seducers, bring them up by shonls to the immortal creature of them that falls, suffers, blasphemes, great slaughter-house of London. As flocks and herds and dies. pour in every week from their distant heaths and moun. At the root of the greater portion of this sorrow and tains, and fresh, solitary fields, to be killed and devoured, crime lies national misgovernment To check crime and so do the simple maidens of the same regions, pressed misery, we must restore the equilibrium of society. We by want of home employment, driven forth by the low must insist that the masses shall be represented, and rate of agricultural payment, allured by the wealth of Lon- trade shall be wholly set free. Give us scope, and we don, come streaming in from all quarters the doomed vic- shall soon get a fair day's wages for a fair day's work. tims of sensual cannibalism in the greatest of Christian(?) We must control government expenditure, and extend capitals. They hear that London is paved with gold, our fields of trade. We must educate morally as well but they find it paved with fire. It burns under their as intellectually. We must watch our pupils from day feet; it burns into their very souls. Frantic and lost ! to day, till they are as well fixed in employment as in lost for ever! they plunge into the river or the gin- habits of virtue. It'we will save our poor brethren from palace. The daring die at once, the timid live on and falling, we must see that they have the necessary food die by inches-die in crime, in shame, in disease, and in and raiment. We must diminish temptation as well as the liquid fire which they quaff at every corner, to burn strengthen the moral principle. out the frightful sense of the present, and the green While the Health of Towns' Commissioners purify the glimpses of the past ; that cool, green, flowery, and dwellings of the poor, we must all join in the labour of divine childhood, where, in the absence of other schools, purifying the poor themselves. To do that we must nature whispered to them of God, and God smiled down give them not only words, but work; not only work, but to them from the blue sky, and they were happy as wages. If the evil be enormous, our efforts should be angels in the piety of nature.
enormous. Is not humanity worthy of it? Are not our Yes! the cry of “Where's Eliza?" has been heard in brethren and our sisters deserving of it? Has God given every village. The stern labourer in the field and on nis hearts and hands; has he given us pity, and sympathe road side has had it in his heart as you passed him thy, and a glorious emulation of good, and an admiration by, and saw nothing but a coarse-clad man doing coarse of the god-like-for an idle show-while the rational, work. The cottage dame has been smarting under it, as sentient, quivering, objects of his creative power and of you have seen her peep from her door, and thought how his Son's redemption, pass before us in their agonies, happy she must be in so quiet and picturesque a home. and perish unheeded ? In town and country; in the lowly house and the dense The woe and desolation are gigantic--then let us comlodging in the crowded alley of the large city, there has bine, and make ourselves gigantic. There is nothing so been, and there will never cease to be, while life conti- immense, so omnipotent, as combined men-except God nues, a sore place in many a heart, over one of these himself. The sea-shore is but a congregation of grains lost creatures.
of sand-the ocean of drops of water—the very earth
BY RICHARD HOWITT.
but a mass of particles. The insignificant particles of the benefit in government posts and offices, and of every humanity can, at pleasure, become the enormous and man, high or low, who does not unite to denounce the the irresistible. Men connected by sympathy, and ani- licensed curse. mated by a great object, are, next to their creator, the invinciblest and immensest of powers--that for which
BALLAD. the universe exists, and by which its destinies are shaped. We do not guide the planet, but we shape the life of it. We work out the will of the Eternal, and never are so Most beautiful and blest the spot mighty as when we work with the current of his laws.
Where Lucy had her dwellingHis first law is love, and the casiest work is the work
The lovely lass of Avondale-of love. Let the universal and immortal man, then,
All other maids excelling. blend into his own unity; roll himself into his proper
To every place she lent a grace, greatness ; stand forth in the Titanic stature of his will,
The light was glad about her; and the social reforms which have hitherto been only
Her cottage neat, so flowery sweet, like the thinly peeping green blades of early spring on
No home had been without her. the starved earth will rapidly flush into universal ver
Her cheeks made poor the rose of June, dure.
Hers was the daisy's neatness : While we blame the Chartists for violence and extra
She moved the cowslip of the mead; vagance, they are the only portion of the community
The violet's was her sweetness. who show the true degree of zeal and union. What
But most did tranquil Avon show they want they demand fearlessly, and combine that they
The charm which made you love her, may make themselves heard. - In that they set a great
For in herself did she reflect example. We must unite and insist, or we are nothing.
The heaven that was above her. We are either mere sticks that any child can break, or the bundle of sticks which nobody can break.
Her brows were clear as orient skies,Let the cry, then, be union to put down distress; and
Hair dark, as clouds of thunder, -let it be no inere cry, however loud. Let us resolve to And the sweet lightning of her eyes put it down, and it will be done. It is no chimera-it
Awoke surprise and wonder. is perfectly practicable. We must compel good govern
Beloved was she by many youths, ment, and wise measures for trade, by which this
Both brave and comely many ; great people exists, or our moral reforms will be impos
But though she scorned not any one sible. Want, and its miseries, and its despairs will
She did not wed with any. master us. The gin-palace and the opium shop will So easy were her manners sweet, flourish on the ruin of workshops and factories. Go
Each lover thought to win her : into the druggists' shops in town and country, and learn But the sweet lass of Avondale how frightfully the consumption of opium and laudanum
A powerful soul had in her. increases every year. They are the horrible substitutes But little saw she of the rich, for bread and beef, for milk and wholesome pudding.
But little was her reading : The masses cannot satisfy their hunger, their only hope Yet shewed her mind a sense refined, is to benumb it.
Her inanners nicest breeding. Combine, then, perishing men, and you that would
So sweetly blent she in her looks not have men perish. Combine! combine! combine !
The serious and the simple ; for those National Reforms which must introduce social
The liveliest thoughts played round her mouth ones. And, amongst the first questions you ask of go.
Arch grace in every dimple. vernment, ask this--“Why gin-palaces are winked at She stilled the pert, she awed the bold, that the excise revenue may flourish ?” Ask your magis
Such sweet reserve came o'er her; trates, too, “Why they license these slaughter-houses, And when the boldest sought her love and that more and more ?" Let it be remembered that
They stood abashed before her. every one of these Gehennas is patronised by govern
At length upon a sick-bed long ment, and licensed by the magistracy. A short time
Sweet Avon's lass was lying : ago the leading members of the Temperance Society at
And her fond parents o'er her hung, Bolton waited on the magistrates, and remonstrated
With thoughts that she was dying, against the yearly increase of such licenses. The remonstrance was effectual. The conscientious magis
When came a youth unto her side, trates refused to license any more. Let the magistrates
Whose loving zcal amazed her;
And her pale cheeks with blushes dyed, of London, and other large cities, follow that example. Let them walk through Shoreditch, where upwards of
So tenderly he praised her, thirty gin-palaces may be counted in a short distance; Then might in her a strife be seen, some of them two together; and often five or six with
The filial and the tender, only one single house between cach. Let them see their And will habitual to refuse, handy works all over London, in like exhibitions and
Unwilling to surrender. like numbers, wherever the population is dense and At length she put the youth aside, poor; and then let them, in church and chapel, and the Without one kindly token, solitude of the closet, ask themselves who are really the
And half the love within his heart destroyers of souls.
Died from his lips unspoken. The gin-palaces of England--the most horrible scenes But from that day did she amend, of human misery and degradation on the earth--are the
Nor would she wed another : product of government enactment, and inagisterial pa
And now the lass of Avondale tronage. Let us, therefore, be just, and when we de
Is blest, as wife and mother. nounce the callous selfishness of those who vend infernal
For never did she disesteem fire, and live on the moral ruin of their fellows, let us
Plain path and homely duty, remember that they are but the agents and creatures of And humblest household offices the Queen, the Ministers, the two Houses of Parliament,
Seem hallowed by her beauty. the Aristocracy, the Middle ('lasses, who reap a share of
Vot. 1, 1847.
capital seems the sole aim of the manufacturer, whether FRUIT FROM PLATES AND DISHES.
he be textile or artistic; but there must be purposes
beyond this, there must be self-imposed duties, there BY SILVERPEN.
must be begot and used a patriotic morality both nation
ally and individually, before art will become the great PART I.
elevator and teacher that it may be made. By this I
do not mean to negative the possession of capital to the VESPERs were over in the old cathedral of Beauvais individual; equality of wealth remains a moral imposand the good canon, or le pere Pacifique, as he was sibility, whilst idleness and industry are inherent in hucalled, stepped thoughtfully from the cool shadows of man nature, but what I mean to say is, that capital his little oratory into the magnificent setting sunlight should be made far more conducive to the elevation and that fell aslant upon the aisle pavements. Prayer was comfort of the artizan, than it has ever yet been made. never mere lip-service with this good father; and now Men, the poorest men, were destined by heaven to be the nunc dimittis, even yet a hymn in the far up echoes somewhat more than mere drudges of the earth, that is, of the lofty roof, had this hour, as it had often done be participators as well as creators of substance and beauty. fore, filled his sublime nature with an intense sense and This is a divine right of labour, which it is the large feeling, that the beautiful is immortally linked unto the wisdom of individuals and nations to recognize. Go good, and that nature has intrusted no diviner mission home then, Monsieur, and let not your visits to the unto us, than to spread it like the glorious faith of Gali- museums of Naples, Tarquinii
, Rome, Dresden, our lee beneath the poorest roofs, and place it every where, Serres and our towns of Arboras, Tarrequemines in the where untaught eyes may look upon its light, and see Moselle, Toulouse, Chantilly, Bordeaux, and this our old in it the presence of divinity. Thoughtfully he paced Beauvais, be solely productive of design as beneficial to on from light to shade, from shade to light again, till he your capital, exalt your workmen through design, let stood in a little sea of amber glory on the floor, in which those same forms which minister to wealth and luxury, lay reflected from the grand painted window far above, however less costly their substance, serve their necessia purple taper vase, that there a virgin saint for many ties and decorate their homes. God, my son, made no many ages, had held to drooping lips, of such as were
man exempt from influence of the beautiful, and through poor garmented, way-faring, and alone! He looked and this you would do more to grandly elevate design, and looked again, the feeling in his sonl still more sublime, place beauty as it were in the hands of fabricators, than and then meekly crossing his hands, he gently made his by all the visits and models in the world. Create but way through the quaint, quiet cloisters, and from thence keen eyesight to beauty, and nature will reccal originality into a little dull untrodden street, whose vineyards and and grace. For Greece became great in art because old wooden houses looked out upon the open country, she made beauty subservient to use, and placed it as a Entering his old study, where the thick wooden jalousies divinity round and about her common people. I have thrown back showed the peaceful vineyard as it lay in the sought to act upon this consideration, and make the sinking light, he saw seated in his leathern chair, a poor potters of this town and the villages around someyoung man, not however looking at the quaint old La-thing beyond mere drudges, and I have been successful tin folio reared up upon the reading desk, but round as far as very limited means will allow. I have dissi, upon the few old vases that decked the walls. None pated much rudeness, much coarseness, and wherever I of these were gay or costly, but beautiful in form, have done this, I have found I have exalted the spirit of showed on their flowing surfaces such loveliness of religious worship. Within the graceful, though coarse, shape and limb, that the ideal was deified, and huma- rude wine-cup, I have placed as it were an emotion of nity made angelic. The young man arose and warmly the soul ; on the poor platter with its wavy line, I may embraced the good father.
have laid that as essential to true sustenance, as the From this early visit I fear you leave Beauvais to coarse bread and garlic; around the brown earth vase, night, my son.”
upon the shelf or window ledge, I nay have set that ** Yes, mon pere, replied the young man with earn- spirit of severe grace which appeals more to the mind est friendship, and retaining within his own two hands, than to the senses; and poured into the pitcher for the the withered one of the admirable father, “two modelo fountain and the spring an element as pure as water. I lers have been hired from Sevres, and as our great or may have done somewhat of these things, mon fils, but der at home stays for their assistance, and my father is not half what you may do.' in but indifferent healt h, I have arranged to be in Paris As he spoke thus the admirable canon, stopped abto-morrow, and the day after to sail from Boulogne. ruptly, and pointed to the little rustic gate, that led Therefore, mon pere, in saying adien, I have but two into the inarish lane. A few minutes previously, some regrets--leaving you, and the last sight of your lovely little clrildren had come up the lane, and now seated Veiien vase, that makes yon niche so sacred.”
upon the grassy bank, a few feet from the gate, were “ The first will give you prayers instead of looks, my intent upon fabricating little dishes and cups out of the son Richard, the last may rest in your grand country, soft argillaceous carth that made the bed of the trickeven before an old man's death. We know not, mon ling spring. They were very poorly dressed, and even cher fils. But let us stroil into the vineyard, I have without sabots; but their rosy faces and shining hair, that to say which I would have remembered as a bene- bespoke health and cleanliness. The good canon had diction.
been arrested by their merry prattle, and now as he Slowly they went together into the canon's favourite moved to the gate with Mr. Mason, the little girls rose grassy walk, the vines trellised on old quaint-mossed and clapped their hand and danced around the little lad, poles on one side, and on the other a low hedge of olean- who still seated on the grass held up in his hands the der, separating the vineyard from a wide marish sort of little dish he had just made. lane. A little gate led into this, and close beside it ran “Ah, mon petit Jean” spoke the little sisters out of a small but limpid spring, soon lost, however, amidst breath with their delight, “it's beautiful, it's beautiful, the skirting sedges of the grassy bank. " Dear Richard Mason,” said good Father Pacifique, hold the supper-grapes next fete day.”
it's charming, we'll carry it to Virgine, and it shall after some minutes' conversation," there are two “It's pretty well,” spoke the boy, somewhat contempthings that I wislı again to impress upon your mind. In tuously throwing back his head. “I shall do fifty your country, as somewhat in this, the amassment of things better by and by, my little ones.
We can ask
neighbour Epignon to put it in his furnace, but it won't all within the chamber. A bench, an old carved chair stand the fire.'
or two, a sort of wardrobe, and one small table, besides * It's beautiful, Jean," and the little sisters would that spread with supper, covered with Virgine's labours still praise it.
of the pencil, was all the furniture the poor room held; "It's for me, that's all,” said the boy. “I saw the but a coarse vase upon a bracket here, an old dish, of the very thing in the flow of the garment of the Virgin, our precious Majolica, or earthenware of Italy, and often Lady in the cathedral window, the last fast-day we went found as heirlooms amongst les provinciales, these, in to confession. It's pretty well my little ones; but I've which were elegantly set a few wild flowers and leaves, seen twenty prettier things sometimes, in only the which the children had gathered, and the poor penciller swimming of the clouds. We can take it home to Vir- had been copying; a plaster cast or two of Canova's gine and ask her.”
chef-d'-autres and M. David's busts; two small prints The admirable canon, who knew the children well, of Beranger and Madame Roland pasted on to oval pieces called them, and the little lad with the most graceful of dark wood, and the few plants that served both as a of Normannais rustic bows, came forward to the gate, shutter and a curtain to the lattice, showed that Refinebearing the dish, and followed by his little sisters. ment is stepping forth from palaces, and making wide Formed only by the fingers, though with a dexterity town and country her home. that might have honoured the most expert of potters, Jean's little dish was as graceful as if Pomona herself had and the little ones were silent.
Virgine, at the request of the good canon, sat down, fashioned it to receive the luscious berry of the vintage. both mother and father to these dear children, and la
Virgine, Monsieur, is The rudest bit of clay, yet suggestive of a sublime idea bours very hard for them, as you can judge. She has to the appreciating eye. Such idea lived in the child's had twenty offers of marriage, and could earn good mind, and form expressed it outwardly, as all form of wages at both Sevres and Paris, but she cannot part with the beautiful does. Mason, whose taste had been highly these poor little ones, les petits pauvres, and does not cultivated, looked from the child's naked feet upwards like they should quit le pere religieux. This is Virgine, to the dish, and from that into its bright happy face.
Monsieur, whose chastity and diligence were never ex“This is remarkable,” he said, to father Pacifique.
celled in the broad shadows of our holy cathedral.” " Ah, Monsieur,” said little Minilla. the elder of the sisters, as she put her hand with innocent frankness into said Virgine, modestly, and with that ease which every
“ The holy father thinks too well of his humble pupil,” that of Mason's, “ Jean makes little vases too, that Frenchwoman, if at all educated, possesses ; " I wish I even Virgine often says are beautiful in shape, and could do more for the dear ones, but wages here are Virgine has been a painter at Sevres, Monsieur, and low. Ah! too, and it's sad ; mon petit is so bright a we put summer flowers into them, and call them our child.” garden. Jean would go too to Sevres and be taught, but now we have no father."
“ More than bright, Mademoiselle.” And a grisette
“ I am “ Ah! it is a touching history, Monsieur,” spoke the is proud of this title of honour, replied Mason. canon softly, "very touching, but linked to it is one of relative design and art; and to me it appears that the
an English potter, and of course am acquainted with its the best sights in old Beauvais. Come, if you have ten child is not merely bright, but possesses original genius. minutes to spare, it is no farther off than the bottom of The form of that little dish could only have been seen by this lane.” The canon placed his arm within that of the eye of genius.” Mason's, and slowly they proceeded onwards, Jean running quickly on before, and the little sisters remaining
“ The little ones having supped, will go and play and lingering on the footsteps of the stranger.
a-while,” said Virgine, and the children reluctantly Two or three hundred yards, and a bend in the grassy withdrawing, Jean, however, keeping close beside the lane, brought them to a group of wood buildings, door, she added, “I do not like Jean to hear too much partly dwellings and partly potters' sheds, Entering one praise, however just, Monsieur, for he is a spirited child, dwelling, whose coarse open lattice showed a few plants and might, in time, have contempt for the hard, but virupon its ledge, they found a mud floored chamber tuous lot in life that is before him.” neatly swept, a table set with the frugal evening meal,
“Ay, but genius should be fostered, Mademoiselle,” of coarse bread, garlic, and thin vin du pays, and little spoke Mason. Jean busied in placing a few grapes upon the small clay
“As all things pure from Nature should, Virgine," dish, the canon had admired. *A young woman met added the admirable father; " for Nature, like the them at the door. It was Virgine Marron, a penciller Blessed Mother in our cathedral window, mostly gives in one of the stoneware manufactories of the town. of her spiritual cup to the poorest and sadest wayfarers There was nothing of the coquettish light hearted of the world.”' grisette about her; and instead of the high Norman
“ Just so," centinued Mason gravely; "and now, nais cap, or the braid and the bow, her smooth hair was Mademoiselle, hear the offer of an abrupt Englishman. drawn backwards into a knot, as simple as any that ever I am struck with the evidence of the child's taste and confined the luxuriant tresses of the chastest and genius; and as I have wealth and other means of assistseverest goddess. Her gown was dark and plain, and a ance, I will, for the sake of my dear friend the canon small crucifix hung at her girdle ; but her poor pale here, educate him in my manufactory. I have a school face bespoke much severe labour. The good canon
of design for my own artizans, and I would place him would not let her put off the little ones' supper, so she under my best modeller.”. made them lave their hands in water set ready, say a “I thank you, noble sir,” said Virgine, rising, with short verse of thankfulness to the Virgin, and then, placing the grateful tears suffusing her eyes, and making the thein round the table, portioned them their supper. most touching of curtseys, “ for your generous offer ; Mason had time to look round the chamber, and though but I would not part with the little one-he has no of wood and mud, natural grace was as plainly painted father.” on the walls, as ever beauty was in picture by the hand " He should find one in me, Virgine; and, moreover, of Raphael.' Beauty may dwell low, as she will by and I employ some of your countrymen, and he would not by, and be exalted by her lowliness. Thank God for thus be wholly amongst foreigners.' this, thank God for this! as Plato said, “Beauty is the "It is ungrateful to refuse so good an offer, but the soul itself, and a type of the most Adorable Infinite !!” child is dear to me." Virgine said this firmly, but her
Five English shillings would possibly have purchased face grew deadly pale. She felt she was refusing a true
and perhaps noble friend to this child; but intense love Highest; for thou shalt go before the face of the Lord prevailed even over interest.
way, "I am sorry, very sorry,” replied Mason ; .' for ability And to give knowledge unto his people to serve is the choicest blessing that money bestows. But as you will; it would have been a pleasure to have given my new Sevres designer Terence such a pupil!”
“Yes, knowiedge, for it flows from the beautiful conVirgine had stood deadly pale before ; she now sunktinuously, and from that knowledge is springing reliagain upon the little bench beside the table, covering gion, of which every one is a prophet that teaches, her face with her hands, but not able to conceal the exalts, and purifies aature.” intense blush that now made so strange and strong a
After matins, one of the priests who knew of the contrast.
child's coming departure, came and gave the benedic"Perhaps Virgine,” said Mason with a sinile, reading tion, and then leaving them the child and sisters knelt the whole truth in a moment, “I may have now prof-alone. Not a sound broke the holy stillness of the aisle fered some inducement."
-nothing but the spirit of God was above, below, “Be candid, Virgine,” said the good father, “as a around ; and the sun, stealing on the footsteps of the chaste daughter of our Holy Mother ought.” Tirgine day, came through the eastern window, throwiug, not withdrew her hand, and her face was now pale again, the image of the holy vase upon the floor, but that of an though she visibly trembled.
angel blessing little children, to send them forth on the “The sole inducement, gentlemen, for Baptiste Te- divine missions of the world! rence, is my fiance. But yet little Jean, Monsieur
"My little Jean," whispered the good sister, as she Le petité Jean had no desire to be thus tied to the drew the child tenderly within her arms, “ you are going apron strings, small as he was, and having crept in he away from me; but you must not forget God, my dear now stood beside his sister, and putting his armsone, for he creates every beautiful thing you love. The roguishly round her neck, whispered, pretty loudly flowers, the sky, the setting sun, the morning light are though—-"Do let me go with the grand Englishman, magnificent through him alone, and therefore He is the Virgine, and make plates and dishes, and be a brave beautiful; and you must worship him, my little one. man, and earn money, and come back and love you, and Every beautiful iine you trace will be to His glory ; every buy you a new rosary and fete-day gift.” Little Jean form you place before the poor and rude, may teach hung upon the reply.
them how to pray, by the best prayers of good to fellow
Think of this, my Jean; and though yet a little The admirable father, who had interested himself lad, be diligent and grateful to the good Monsieur. Pray much in the fortunes of Virgine, here stepped forward for me, and your little Manilla, and your Minon; and and said “That Mr. Mason being one of the most when you feel cruel to others, or speak untruth, or grow wealthy English potters, and a noble-hearted man, was idle, think of the vase that lies so holy on those grey likely to be a most true and useful friend to the child.", stones in the broad sinking sun, and you will grow good, The father's words had always been holy to Virgine, and my little one. My spirit in prayer to our Holy Mother so, in some half-hour's conversation that followed, her will watch over you, and you may be a good man, and a consent to part with Jean was obtained, and an arrange- true man, if you will, my little Jean.”. ment made that Richard Mason should delay his de “ I will, I will," said the sobbing child, clinging pasparture from Beauvais till the morrow, and ihat little sionately to her, “ and love you, Virgine.' Jean should accompany him in the same diligence. The sister and the bright-haired boy were silent as
The news soon spread like wildfire through Beauvais, they trod the shadows of the old cathedral. that Jean was going to England with the grand Monsieur, There were many tears before little Jean was seated and good gossips came to hear, and help Virgine to wash in the diligence besides Monsieur ; but the poor grisette and mend his small wardrobe, or bring some little token of Beauvais hid her tears, and bid Jean, in a whisper, of remembrance from their poor stores; and decent arti- be careful of the letter beneath his little blouse, and zans, who had known the child's father, to say a bles- deliver it, when alone, to Baptiste Terence. sing, having children of their own; and Jean could not The admirable canon went even so far in his adieu to sleep in his little bed, but getting up again was busy Richard Mason as to add, that he might visit England for half the night with little Minilla and the little Ninon his sake. packing a few dried flowers that they had gathered in The sun shone brightly and hopefully on the grey their many summer play hours, amidst the green lanes cathedral, as the diligence rolled from the town towards and quiet woods ; and then at the very first peep of the the open country of vineyards and orchards. sun, running out, for the last time, hand in hand to
Before a week was over, little Jean was sa fe in the gether, to view the little spring they called their own hospitable house of Richard Mason, and busy with his and take a last peep into the dear old canon's vineyard, drawing, under the care of the Sevres designer, Baptiste who had been so kind as to say such good things to the Terence. “grand monsieur.”
No further off than the day after his return, Richard They by and by were called back by one of the good Mason took a short journey to the moorlands of Staffordgossips, and poor Virgine, giving them their breakfast shire. In its woodiest depths lay an old country hall, tearfully, washed the little lad, combed his bright hair, full of quaint gables, and old oriels richly stained. He put on his best blouse and new shoes, and saying she tethered his horse to a stone buttress of the old fashioned was going out to matins, took Jean's hand and went terrace, and with quick but light step made his way to forth alone with him to the grey and old cathedral. It its most retired part. The lattice of the oriel was open, was open, and the priests in the matin service were and a quaint old library lay within. On the broad winchanting l’enite, exultemus Domino, and commenced dow-seat sat a young woman of somewhat haughty this sublime yerse as the sister and the child knelt beauty; on the table near were strewn books, at her
"O, come, let us worship and fall down and kneel be- fcet lay an open folio, and on the leaf was shown the copy fcre the Lord our Maker."
of an Etruscan pitcher, that for grace the naiads of old Thessaly might have held to the lips of their freshest fountain. In a moment, Richard was within the cham
ber, and by the side of his betrothed. Their marriageAnd, after the context, this of the Bencdiction
day was to be within a week, and therefore their meetAnd thou, child, shalt be called the Prophet of the ing was one of interest.